Authors: Emma Heatherington
Tags: #Contemporary Fiction, #Humor, #Contemporary Women, #Romantic Comedy, #Contemporary, #Romance, #Sagas, #New Adult & College, #Inspirational, #Women's Fiction, #Literature & Fiction
“Somewher
e
i
n
Donegal?
”
aske
d
Ruth
.
“
I
d
o
believe
w
e
hav
e
holidaye
d
i
n
tha
t
ver
y
location.
”
“I’
d
b
e
ver
y
carefu
l
i
f
I
wer
e
you,
”
sai
d
Poll
y
.
“There
i
s
a
tendenc
y
t
o
disappea
r
whe
n
yo
u
g
o
ther
e
fo
r
a
few
hours
,
lik
e
ol
d
Kitt
y
O’Conno
r
wh
o
wa
s
foun
d
b
y
the
rive
r
.
”
“An
d
a
tendenc
y
t
o
ge
t
int
o
lot
s
o
f
trouble?
”
sai
d
T
ess.
Sh
e
rubbe
d
he
r
swolle
n
bell
y
,
enjoyin
g
th
e
bante
r
with Gina
.
I
t
reall
y
wa
s
a
blessin
g
t
o
se
e
he
r
s
o
content
.
“An
d
yo
u
ca
n
wi
n
lot
s
o
f
mone
y
there,
”
sai
d
Ruth
.
“I kno
w
a
gu
y
wh
o
drink
s
i
n
th
e
ba
r
.
I
n
fact
,
I’l
l
b
e
seeing
hi
m
tomorro
w
nigh
t
a
s
yo
u
al
l
know!
”
“It
’
s
al
l
fallin
g
int
o
place,
”
sai
d
Gina
,
wit
h
a
naughty twinkl
e
i
n
he
r
eye
.
“
A
plac
e
wher
e
yo
u
ca
n
wi
n
lot
s
and lot
s
o
f
mone
y
an
d
ge
t
int
o
lot
s
an
d
lot
s
o
f
trouble
? I
think
I’
m
almos
t
read
y
fo
r
it
.
No
w
,
who
’
s
fo
r
mor
e
wine?
”
Rut
h
an
d
Poll
y
hel
d
ou
t
thei
r
glasses
.
The
y
kne
w
what wa
s
comin
g
nex
t
fro
m
Gina
.
“S
o
.
.
.
”
sh
e
sai
d
wit
h
a
smile
.
“No
w
tha
t
I’v
e
planted th
e
see
d
.
.
.
anyon
e
fanc
y
a
roa
d
trip?
”
“
T
o
Somewher
e
i
n
Donegal!
”
sai
d
Rut
h
an
d
sh
e
raised he
r
glass
.
“I’l
l
drin
k
t
o
that!
”
I
f
yo
u
enjoyed
On
e
Nigh
t
Onl
y
b
y
Emm
a
Heatherington
wh
y
no
t
try
Al
l
Ove
r
Agai
n
als
o
published b
y
Poolbeg?
Here
’
s a
snea
k
previe
w
o
f
Chapte
r
One
Natali
e
locke
d
he
r
ca
r
an
d
slun
g
he
r
handba
g
ove
r
her
shoulde
r
,
slippin
g
th
e
ca
r
key
s
int
o
th
e
sid
e
pocke
t
o
f
the
ba
g
an
d
remindin
g
hersel
f
ove
r
an
d
ove
r
agai
n
to
remembe
r
wher
e
t
o
fin
d
the
m
late
r
.
“Happ
y
birthda
y
t
o
me,
”
sh
e
muttered
,
closin
g
the ca
r
doo
r
an
d
goin
g
ove
r
he
r
‘t
o
do
’
lis
t
fo
r
th
e
da
y
,
which s
o
fa
r
didn
’
t
consis
t
o
f
anythin
g
celebrator
y
a
t
all
.
No
cakes
,
n
o
parties
,
n
o
romanti
c
meal
s –
no
t
eve
n a
birthd
ay
car
d
a
s
ye
t
an
d
i
t
wa
s
alread
y
afternoon.
Sh
e
ha
d
go
t
a
tex
t
fro
m
th
e
deliciou
s
Dougi
e
first thin
g
thi
s
mornin
g
whic
h
ha
d
mad
e
he
r
smile
,
jus
t
a
s
his early-mornin
g
message
s
alway
s
did
.
Dougie
,
th
e
lov
e
of he
r
lif
e
an
d
trul
y
deliciou
s
i
n
ever
y
wa
y
,
wa
s
certainl
y
a
littl
e
forgetfu
l
a
t
times
.
A
s
muc
h
a
s
sh
e
adore
d
hi
m
and
hi
s
habit
s
bot
h
goo
d
an
d
bad
,
sometimes
,
jus
t
sometim
e
s
,
sh
e
woul
d
wis
h
tha
t
o
n
day
s
lik
e
thi
s
h
e
migh
t
b
e
jus
t
a
littl
e
bi
t
mor
e
attentive
.
Like
,
a
car
d
woul
d
hav
e
been
nice
,
o
r
a
bunc
h
o
f
flower
s
.
.
.
o
r
eve
n
a
phon
e
cal
l
in plac
e
o
f
th
e
usua
l
tex
t
messag
e
t
o
sa
y
hello.